Yesterday, I flipped through the photos I had taken, and suddenly remembered a friend calling: I met the painter Tian Rulong on the street, and when I mentioned me, the old man said that he couldn't remember who I was! Although repeatedly prompted by friends, the old man still said that he did not know, and his friend said with great emotion that it was because he was older. He used to have frequent contact with the old man in Phoenix, and the old man had a different concept of life, recalled what he once said to me, and marveled at the old man's attitude and thinking about life.
I have great respect for the painter Tian Rulong, and once asked about my father's birthday, after informing him, he said: Your father is the same generation as me, and I will send him a painting before your father's birthday. After hearing that my daughter got married, the old man also sent a work to express the care of the elders. At that time, I painted shrimp because of the guidance of the old man of Arita Rulong, seeing that I had the intention of painting shrimp, I took several various shrimp pictures for me to copy, and often came to guide. I remember the old man saying to me when I left the phoenix: No matter where you go, practice painting shrimp and don't lose it, if you insist on five or six years, there will be achievements.
Counting that the old man is nearly ninety years old, it is normal to lose some memories, but it is very happy to meet him on the street, which means that his health is acceptable. For his old man, I am at most a hurried passerby, although I am not passing by, but in the short stay time can talk to the old man, can hear his story, can be pointed out in the painting of shrimp, this memory I will always hide. Because the old man has a noble art in his heart and a pure land, even if he loses his memory, why bother?